thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Draco found himself caught off guard again by Jake's question. He felt his cheeks blush a bit, yet he nodded and gave a small smile. He couldn't help but feel naive around Jake as embarrassing as it was for him. He blamed it on the kiss they had shared earlier. His own emotions were in a turmoil, but he quietly walked alongside Jake leading him back to where he lived with the Lupins.

They both had that inner turmoil going on, both for different and similar reasons, as they walked back towards the Lupins in silence. That kiss lingered highly in Jake's mind and he really wouldn't mind doing that again, and it sealed a little of what made him agree to keep going as well as which way Draco ran. Even if it was jut with him? He didn't care - that was what mattered to him.

When they got to the front door, there would be nothing that Jake could feel as a Muggle, but Draco would possibly feel the faintest edge of magic from the protective charms since it was night and the full moon was up. To even be able to feel them at all meant the charms on the house were incredibly powerful, meant to keep the werewolf howling in the basement silent.

"So, this is your place?" Jake asked quietly, looking over the Lupin house. Simple, just like the rest of the houses on the street.

He was disappointed by how fast the walk was back to his house. As soon as they arrived, Draco could feel the magic surrounding the house. It made him realize how much effort the Lupins went through to keep everyone inside and outside the house safe during the full moon.

"Yeah, this is where I'm staying." Draco softly replied. He wasn't sure what to exactly say at this point. He didn't want the night to end, but knew it had to. It was late and he knew that his folks were expecting him back for the night. "--Will I get to see you any time this week before the camping trip?"

Jake's smile was the one Draco was most familiar with - easy-going, warm, eager. "That entirely depends on you, Dragon," he said with a certain pleasure in his voice at the fact Draco would want to meet before the camping trip. "I'm working a bunch this week, but we can figure out a time we can meet-- though it would be easier if you had a phone." Such a gentle sort of tease. "Maybe I could convince you to use one of those throw-away cheap phones? No glueing yourself to something that can only call and text."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You won the argument earlier about the phone. I think the next time we meet it should be picking one out before I get suckered into paying for something I don't want." He couldn't help but grin back. It was so easy to smile around Jake.

Jake couldn't help the feeling of joy that ran through him when he got Draco to smile like that. "Deal. Promise I'll help you get something simple. Won't have a bill or anything like that coming to you for your parents to freak out about." He paused, glancing up and down the street before grinning again.

"How about... day after tomorrow, maybe? I'll be working the midnight to seven shift, so I can meet you right after work if you don't mind that early? We'll go shopping for what you need to go camping, too. Not too much, just, you know. Backpack, sleeping bag, that kind of thing."

He wasn't quite sure what Jake meant by a bill, but he merely nodded his head. What were bills? That was something they never had to worry about.

"You work that late?" That surprised him. "I'm usually up that early so it won't be an issue."

"Well," Jake hesitated a little, looking uncertain for a second or two, "I sort of switched my schedule around so I could make this work, you know?" He shrugged a little. No big deal. "I told you, just try to get what I can to make ends meet and that sort of thing."

Draco found himself blushing more realizing that Jake had gone through alot of effort for tonight. Again he was used to being the one to put everything together. "Don't worry about paying for anything on the London trip. I can handle it," Draco replied in a tone that left no room for arguing. He didn't want Jake to keep paying for everything and he knew this particular trip would cost.

Jake opened his mouth, clearly to protest, before he ended up laughing. "You're not going to let me argue that, are you?" And when Draco had that look, he held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, but just this once. I can hold my own." And from everything Jake had said, he had been doing just that for quite a while and so it was a source of pride

"...Thanks, though. For tonight. Even if it went a bit balls up in the middle there, it was worth it."

"You've done a lot for me already. Let me treat you on that trip," Draco replied.

Finally working up his nerve he stepped closer and pulled Jake into a kiss, if he didn't stop him.

Considering Jake was working up the courage to do the same thing? He certainly wasn't about to stop Draco! He wrapped an arm tightly around the other, daring to bring up the other and cup the back of that pale neck as they stood in the shadows of the Lupins' front garden. It was pretty clear Jake had some experience in this and wasn't shy in using it, though he didn't push it any further than this kiss.

He did break it first though, even more boldly giving a small tug on Draco's lower lip with his teeth before he pulled away. "Seven-thirty, right here, day after tomorrow, Dragon." Even in the nighttime, his eyes were bright with the nickname.

Draco gave a smug grin in return. Jake at least wasn't shy and he was curious to know how fiesty he could be. This was going to be an interesting relationship to explore. "7:30," he replied. He waited till Jake turned and left.

He made a motion as if he were going to use the backdoor. Should Jake ask he didnt have a key yet and that was how he was able to get in. He then apparated back to his folks once he saw it was close.

Jake paused when he heard a strange sound, something that sounded like the crack of a whip. He hesitated, looking back towards the Lupin house. Must have been his imagination. He shrugged, then went to get ready for work.

Draco, however, would find out quickly that his mother was waiting up for him. Seated in the front parlor, she tucked something out of sight when the front door opened and lifted a cup of tea instead, looking to her son. "Draco," she said warmly, a tone she never took with him in public. "I'm glad to see you home." Though her tone also suggested she had been worried about why he was so late. Where had he been?

He looked up a little surprised to see his mother still up and had obviously been waiting for him. He also noted her concern for him as well, causing to. He also saw her putting away something, what ever it was. He chose not to mention it despite his curiosity.

"I didn't realize you were waiting for me...I'm sorry, Mother. I would have gone home sooner." He looked down a little embarrassed for keeping her up and making her worried. "Is something wrong?" He moved to sit next to her, leaving his bag by the door.

"Nothing's wrong," Narcissa chose to soothe first, putting down the cup and folding her hands into her lap. "...I was concerned you had yet to return home, given the particular time of the month."

A full moon and her son was living in a house with a werewolf, a cause for concern. "I had expected you home sooner." Not precisely reprimanding, but in her way, wanting to know why Draco was 'late'.

"Oh...right. That particular situation is well taken care of." Draco carefully replied. But to explain the next part was trickier. His mother knew him too well, that much Draco knew. Hiding anything from her was difficult.

"I made some new friends and was spending time with them. I lost track of time," He replied in a sheepish tone. It was partially the truth. He wasn't about to say it was a date, with a Muggle boy. If he said that he wouldn't be allowed to leave the house again. "It won't happen again."

Slim brows raised slightly at his words, but otherwise she showed no surprise. She leaned back a touch, watching him calmly. "I expect it won't." And that was that, because her word was law. However, the mention of new friends was... curious.

"I'm glad to hear you are making friends, and I trust your judgement, but... I wish you to be doing so wisely. The wrong friends can mean the world of difference." Her words were carefully chosen, her eyes not leaving Draco.

He gave a simple nod, his eyes never leaving her gaze. He knew that none of the friends he made now wouldn't meant his family's approval. Yet...that was also because they were still clinging to their old ways. How was he going to prove to them that it was okay to move away from that line of thinking?

"I understand, Mother," he replied in a soft voice. He decided it was best to try to move to the actual topic at hand, before this conversation took a turn for the worst as it threatened to do. "What was it that you wanted to discuss?"

There was something ironic there because she had meant purely that wizards could be fickle and could have other reasons to befriend him than just to be his friend. There were plenty of people that could use Draco as a way to strike out against their family due to simply who they are or more so, who they had been during the war. It never even occurred to her Draco could be befriending a Muggle.

Narcissa gave a little wave of her hand, dismissing Draco's concern lightly. "There was nothing in particular; I wanted to be certain you returned home before I retired for the evening." Lucius had already gone up, but that was far from unexpected.

Oh Draco knew all about that...considering who his old gang was an how fast they turned on him in the end. Last night had been a big eye opener for him. And they had been approved of by his parents too.

"I will be returning to the Lupins tomorrow morning. I had been worried about you and father and wanted to check in. I'm glad to see that things appear to be doing a lot better now," Draco softly commented.

"...Please be careful when you return there." It was spoken in a tone of... uncertainty, the sort of state Narcissa Malfoy never liked being in. "I would be cautious about returning to the home of a werewolf during this process."

Another hesitation, a faint one. "Did they say if it lasted a single night or multiple?" This was one of the major concerns for her when she sent her son to stay with the Lupins.

"It only happens one night on a true full moon. Afterwards everything should be fine," Draco replied in a calm manner trying to ease his mother's concern.

"They've done everything they could to make sure everyone is protected in and outside the house for that night. However, if it eases your concern I can continue to return here on those nights."

"I would prefer that." And the tone suggested it was less a preference and more so a mother's command to her son. She wouldn't be able to sleep if Draco was in that household during the moon. If something went wrong and Draco was hurt or worse, bitten? It would be the end of his life!

She took a slow breath then stood up slowly. "...we should both get to bed." But she came over, looking at her son, and reached over to touch his cheek lightly. A faint smile touched her lips. "Sometimes, it's difficult to believe you've grown up into a young man. Someone your father and I are proud of."

"One more thing... " Draco hesitated. "I want to be a healer. I was hoping to possibly go to the school Melinda had mentioned...since I know our family name isn't accepted well here. I thought that it would give us a better chance as well."

He looked at his Mother unsure of what she would say.

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